Because America is stupid and I have to wait until January
Another reason the Brits rock and I want to move there
So I’m going to be posting/reblogging things that relate to that.
Then I’m going to go watch as many noir films as time will allow before I have to go to bed.
But I still love every one of you :]
I just really hate being a responsible adult. I want to be five again, it was acceptable to throw tantrums and say whatever the fuck you wanted because you were five and cute.
Lets face it, it’s cute when a five year old says “that’s ugly, it looks like poop.” or “you’re ugly and you smell funny.” And you can’t get mad because they’re five and you’ll look like an ass.
My life is fine, no worries. Just really hectic. One plus about being an adult that is not available to you when you were five:
A nice tall glass of wine.
Happy birthday to me. My sister is amazing, she went on Amazon and bought all of this for me! Minus the Damages season 2 at the bottom….that was a birthday present from myself ;)
This could potentially be interesting.
there are no messages in my ask box and i’m disappointed
Oooh sounds fun! Por favor? :D
Please do, its my birthday so you have to ;]
Buuuuut I’m warning ya’ll there is an upcoming Audrey spam because I missed her birthday yesterday…it’s not my fault she shares it with my sister ;]
And I only have the title typed
So I should probably get off of here and type this thing
Thank you for following, I’m glad to see ya’ll
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I didn’t get into Pittsburgh until 6 this morning, I was supposed to be in at 2. Here’s the story, told in a satirical way so you will smile instead of thinking “Wow this post is nothing but a bitch fest.”
I have a love/hate with a passion relationship with Greyhound. Love it because its cheap and convenient; they have buses that go everywhere I want to. Hate it with a passion because they’re never on time, and they really don’t give a shit about it.
My bus was scheduled to leave at 5:50, I got there about an hour or so ahead of time so. Good.
Now the thing with Greyhound is they’re always at least 5 minutes late; I’ve come to accept that, and five minutes really isn’t a big deal. So when 5:55 came, I wasn’t worried. I passed the time talking to other passengers, forming alliances, getting to know them because I am a young (and ridiculously attractive) young woman traveling alone; and no matter how tough I am, there is always someone tougher. Though I seriously doubt that because not only am I attractive I’m also a pretty scary person to deal with when wronged or cornered. I have no problem kicking someone’s ass if they pose a threat
Time passes, the bus still hasn’t come…its now like 6:15. Now as I said, its customary for Greyhound to be at least 5 minutes late, and sometimes they’re even 10 or 15. But it was getting closer to 20 and I was getting a little agitated.
I go up to the information window, having faith that in this modern day and age of computers and other sorts of nifty technology that they would have a way of finding out where the bus is or something. I ask the gentleman if he had heard or knew anything about where the bus was. His reply needs to be recorded in the great books of observation and wisdom: “It’s late. I’ll be here sometime.”
Thank you sir. I don’t know what I would’ve done had I not had you’re brilliant skills of observation and your ingenious vocabulary and knowledge. I don’t know why someone with your great communication skills is working as a clerk in the Greyhound Station.
The bus ended up being, not 20 or 30 minutes late…but an HOUR. Now it would have been okay…had I not had to transfer in Philadelphia. The bus to Pittsburgh was scheduled to leave at 7:40 we didn’t get into Philly until 7:45. I was watching it leave as we pull into the station.
The only other bus that was scheduled to leave for Pittsburgh was a 12:20 bus. I found this out through the kind gentleman that unloads the luggage and does other things…I’m not sure what but he was very sweet. The reason I found out from him was because the little insect behind the counter was a total waste of oxygen molecules. I went up to explain my situation and he told me that because I had a ticket I had to wait. I was next in line, and he took this person behind me. Normally I’m a civil and meek person, I will only speak up when I see an injustice. This was an injustice. I stated very calmly that I while I had a ticket, I was in a conundrum and needed to know when the bus was going to arrive in Pittsburgh; I was getting on it, and they would’ve have to call the National Guard to stop me. He said “Ma’am you need to calm down and step back so I can help the other customers.”
I couldn’t just let that go so I said “You know what you do that, earn that massive salary that you clearly deserve.”
So here I was, stuck in Philly…in the bus station…for almost 6 hours.
The most effective way for dealing with bus stations can be compared to the Serengeti plains. You must make yourself the top item on the food chain in order to survive your stay;
if you are unable to do so, I suggest you sit near a door or stay in the bathroom until your bus leaves…just watch out for the hookers. Scout out your surroundings, make sure that you are aware of what’s going on and whose where. Claim and mark your territory…not in the way an animal does so…just pick a spot and sit down; place a bag or something next to you, trust me you don’t want anyone sitting next to you unless you know them. Watch out for the scavengers, creepers, and other predators.The other predators won’t bother you if you appear to be confident and strong, but the creepers and scavengers are usually suffer from bats in their belfry and poor social skills…they also smell bad. Deny them access to your personal bubble.
This bus arrived on time, and I behaved like a small child at Christmas. One must take in the small pleasures in life when traveling
I arrived in Pittsburgh extremely tired but safe and I had all of my belongings.I call that a successful trip.
Now off to New York for another adventure…and of course provide you dear reader with more stories.
It is here where myself and a few of my friends will recuperate before we head out to New York to meet the other group of people. I’m so excited because I only get to see these people like once or twice a year, two of my friends I haven’t seen in a long time; one of them its been 4 or 5 years and the other its been about 3. So this is a big deal for me, not only do I get to see people I adore but I get to share what I love doing most with them: the theatre. We’re cramming 4 shows in 4 days, normally we can cram more than that in but we need to save some for the summer ;]
The list is as follows:
I’m really excited because three of these shows are brand new, original musicals. Wonderland is actually a new interpretation of Through the Looking Glass so technically its not “new” but the music is composed by Frank Wildhorne, one of my favorite composers, and its so fresh and original that I think it could be considered new. Anything Goes is a revival of the original 1930s musical, I’ve never seen it and I love Cole Porter and Sutton Foster so I know I’ll adore it. I’ll be posting reviews and such when I get a chance.
I’m so happy to be here, you guys don’t know how wonderful this trip is for me. Its necessary element for me to maintain my sanity and happiness.
I’m off to New York!!! See ya’ll when I’m able to get to a computer :]
“So, what’s you’re favorite movie?”
Usually I’m like:
And they’re usually like “Oh come on you can’t pick just one?”
“No…can I make a top 10 list?”
And they usually say:
BECAUSE IT ISN’T THAT SIMPLE TO PICK JUST ONE OF YOUR FAVORITE MOVIES